Chapter 632

Perhaps Michael Li hid it in the lounge during his last visit, perhaps there was an accomplice, perhaps something else.

Her thoughts stopped abruptly, realizing that other members of Hughes’s team had likely also met with misfortune.

Now, everything could only rely on speculation.

She split the capsule in two and injected half of the medicine into her right wrist.

This was a fast-acting chemical memory erasure agent; she prayed that the dose shared by the two would be enough to work.

"Why hasn't SCP-3125 appeared yet?" O5-8 raised a question, "I can feel... it in my mind, or rather, my embryo is reacting."

"I have the same feeling," Ma Ma Liang said while signaling him to roll up his sleeves, "You need to temporarily turn off the barrier for a second."

O5-8 complied, and Ma Ma Liang injected the remaining medicine into his body.

Outside the door, the unlucky lady was already a bit sleepy, snoring.

However, she let out a shrill scream again.

Ma Ma Liang turned to look, only to see a long filament, black as ink and sharp as a javelin, hanging down from the warehouse roof, accurately hooking the chair and lifting it into the air.

Immediately after, a second slender limb appeared, gently touching the lady’s abdomen with curiosity, then piercing her body like a nail through thin paper.

Blood gushed out like a spring, spilling all over the floor.

She let out a desperate wail.

"No! Don't!"

"Help!"

The limb retracted, opening a second hole next to the first, and then repeatedly performing this cruel "game."

More spider legs pierced O5-8’s mobile bodyguard, pulling it away from the airlock, and in a few moments, it was dismantled into sparks and fragments.

The Autobot’s laser weapon fired wildly, but the high-energy laser beam capable of vaporizing organic matter couldn't even polish the jointed limbs.

The alarm sounded suddenly, and the piercing scream echoed in the air.

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"This is a memetic threat," O5-8 was almost talking to himself, "Where did that spider monster come from?"

Ma Ma Liang did not answer; her attention was on more urgent matters:

"Do you have a backup transfer tool?"

"S167-B02-101, there is an escape pod there," O5-8 said.

Ma Ma Liang immediately used the blood-stained fountain pen to write the information on her hand.

While writing, she asked:

"Underground? Are you sure? Does the door have a password?"

O5-8 didn't have time to answer before the discomfort in his head shattered the answer he hadn't spoken; he raised his hand to scratch his head.

The embryo on his face began to squirm uneasily, its color and texture seeming to be eroded by some infection, and the originally pale blue skin underwent eerie changes.

"I can feel Him, like... a hacksaw, wanting to saw me."

"Other things don't matter anymore," Ma Ma Liang said, "We have to find the escape pod."

"We don't need to remember the reason. Understand?"

The spider’s massive jointed limbs touched the airlock, starting to tear at the room frantically, its movements swift and furious.

Their master knew there were important targets in the giant beast’s skull, but the skull was too hard, they couldn't penetrate it, and couldn't dismantle it.

O5-8 lacked combat experience, and the memory erasure agent made his thinking chaotic.

"I’ll listen to you," he said wearily, "Escape pod. You lead the way."

Ma Ma Liang pulled him up, while her other hand grabbed Michael Li’s handgun, which still had plenty of ammunition.

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"Follow me," she was calm and composed, as if all this was already familiar to her.

The warehouse roof began to collapse.

……

Hughes felt he was probably dead.

But when his consciousness collapsed and his soul went to see the "Three Brothers of Death," he woke up from a chaos.

He blinked, seeing quite clearly, but when he intended to move his body, a sense of unfamiliarity made him fall.

At this time, Dr. Hughes saw his own corpse, lying like a giant in the conference room with dim and flickering lights.

—He was the embryo!

"..."

Dr. Hughes immediately felt that if he could successfully meet Dr. Bright, they would definitely have a lot to talk about.

But now was not the time to think about these things.

There were two very important things right now:

1. Survive;

2. The plan proceeds as usual.

It must be said, this was truly a god-given opportunity; Michael Li, infected by 3125, killed Hughes, and He had one less enemy from now on.

He was much safer now; as long as he could successfully enter that place and find a way to keep this little body alive, he could carry out anti-memetic research.

"But what is He?"

"Where is He? What does SCP-3125 look like? His motivation, his origin, his way of killing... how much is knowable?"

"Must one know these to solve the problem?"

Hughes didn't think so.

As long as he could lock Him in a box and checkmate Him, did it matter how smart He was?

"Anti-memetics..."

How could human hands assemble something with such destructive energy, and still be able to hold it firmly?

What kind of human mind could wield it without exploding inside out?

What effect would deploying such an angry concept have on the conceptual space of humanity?

How far was modern memetic science from the answer and countermeasure, one year? One hundred years?

"What kind of crazy impossibility have I gotten myself into?"

Hughes knew nothing.

But he knew Site-167 was falling apart.

Something violent and psychopathic was sweeping through the corridors and personnel of Site-167, like a liquid dark tide, instantly catalyzing every unfortunate encounter into the most evil form reachable by human nature.

Something that was a sin just by existing, a disaster wherever it was seen, invisible and colorless, yet furious.

Hughes rushed down the corridor and down into the ventilation shaft to go deeper.

He was small, and he could move quickly and nimbly.

He could do it.

He could lock himself in.

He didn't know what the embryo relied on to survive.

Everything he had seen was locked in a cage.

He didn't understand the specific care procedures.

Was it aquatic? Or did it live in the plasma of the "Super-Giant Cryptid"? Or did it need to feed on some specific formula?

He had to reverse-engineer his own biology before starving to death.

Hughes didn't understand the mental model of this body of his.

Thinking was painful.

But he could think.